Posted by Darkenrapture et Thanh on 4/5/2005, 7:34 pm, in reply to " -Moonlight- ((Welcome back, Khaz!! ^_^))" At the polite bark, a pair angry red-orange eyes flashes open and narrowed, the pupils dilating so that their master could have vision in the darkness he slept within. A cruel, tight grin purses the jet-black lips, though it is soon replaced by a thin line that served as his constant facial expression when he wasn't pleased tormenting something - his sisters, his mother, the resident small mammals. The thin (but not scrawny) body rises from the cluster of lithe, muscular physiques of his family. A groan rises as well, as his black paw lands upon the snout of his youngest sister, Kili. "Sorry, Kil." He retorts; there is no sympathy in his voice. He inhales; ugh, spring. But it was night. He steps none-too-carefully over his family, grinning at the yowls he recieves at carefully-placed steps on other's tails and faces. He just reaches the exit to the den when he is confronted by his father, the tall, blonde, winged wolf with the large wings. How regal Thanh looks now, the picture of an alpha - muscular, confident, and blatantly angry with his only son. Darken raises a brow. "Yes...?" "Where are you going?" Thanh's voice is mistrustful. "Out. I heard a strange voice. I plan to see to it." "Mmm-hmm. I'll go, I think. Thank you for your concern, Darken, but return to your slumber." Grumbling, Darkenrapture re-enters the den, growling to himself and again stepping on many of his family members. Thanh snorts and rolls his eyes, taking off to locate the source of the bark, emitting a sharp bark himself as he finds Nyte. Landing gracefully, the large blonde male wolf shakes and turns his keen blue eyes to the pretty femme before him. Gentling his appearance, he tucks his large wings neatly to his sides and sits, his tail curling habitually around his leg. "Hello, I am Thanh, alpha of the Water Clan. May I help you?" He enquires politely, cocking his head to a side in curiosity. He examines the wolfess, quickly, to see if she might be recognized. He cannot place her image, nor can he her scent. One leg perches peculiarly against his chest, the paw dangling with a strange limpness.
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there was a wound in his flesh so deep and wide
from the wound a lovely flower grew
from somewhere deep inside
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